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Light of my life. July 27, 2008

Posted by phledge in family, fun, phlegm.
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Bug is my six-year old niece, having celebrated the occasion of her birthday on Friday. I have two stories to share about her that will illustrate just how fucking cool she is.

Story #1:  Several cousins, including Bug, are jumping on my dad’s ~14-foot trampoline in his backyard.  He is watching them, muttering to the other adults, “Someone’s gonna get hurt out there…someone’s gonna fall…whup, there goes one.”  And so on.  Bug is the third to fall, and exasperated she exclaims, “Oh, GRAVITY!”

What kind of six-year old blames her misstep on a (correctly associated) force of nature?

Story #2:  Bug announces to her mother, “I really want to take care of animals and keep them from getting hurt, so I think I will become a vegetarian.”  My sister says, “You mean you want to be a veterinarian?”  Bug rolls her eyes and says, “Well, yeah, that too, but I want to stop eating meat.”

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Wow, time flies. July 17, 2008

Posted by phledge in black bile, fat, health, medical school, osteopathy, yellow bile.
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I am sorry that I might have frightened some people by my absence.  Actually, I have been neglectful of this blog because I started my OB-GYN rotation on July 1 and it is kicking my fat white ass.  It doesn’t, of course, help that I am still trying to straighten out all this affair mess with Mr Phledge, but at least I haven’t killed anyone—at home or at work—yet.  I have to tell you a story, though.

The doctor with whom I am rotating has a nurse practitioner/naturopathic doctor who works in the office with him.   She is pushing, if not over, sixty years old but she looks like she might be in her forties.  In and of itself, this is not a big deal to me; lots of people don’t look their age, above or below, and I am the first to get past the whole book, cover, judge thing.  However, I had to spend some time in her shadow as she worked with her patients, and she makes me sick sick sick.

First off, she pushes her “specially formulated” products on every single patient.  Most women ended up with at least two bottles of stuff that may or may not help their condition, and it seemed that there were a lot of conditions that were treated with evening primrose oil, vitamins, and bioidentical hormone replacement.  The first one, the primrose oil, went out to patients having such diverse conditions as fibrocystic breasts, menopause, sexual dysfunction, ADD/ADHD, skin disorders, urinary tract infections, postpartum depression, prolonged pregnancy, and cramps.  WTP?  I seriously doubt that there have been any reliable trials to determine whether her specially formulated evening primrose oil really works on any of those conditions, and even if there had been you most certainly can get a more active product by actually eating the food.  I mean, hey, that’s the natural way—not to cultivate, harvest, and mechanically or chemically extract one part of a plant that we think is the “active” ingredient.  So that’s bogus number one.

Secondly, she touted the primrose oil as a way to stay young-looking.  Ah, so that’s how she does it!  I’m sure it has nothing to do with her genes, or what she puts on her skin, or if she stays well-hydrated.  So some poor schmuck is gonna dish out the $15 for a month supply to look like this woman, and if it doesn’t work, well, then, that leads us to part three.

I have never met such a fat-hating, oblivious health care “professional” in my life.

If you don’t look like her, it’s clearly because you eat too much junk food and don’t ever work out.  I sat in her office listening to her tell a post-menopausal woman that the reason the patient’s libido had taken a hike was because she had gained ten pounds since January.  (I weighed more than both women combined, yet somehow my libido manages to keep me, erm, well-informed.  It took what little energy I have these days to keep from turning her desk like Jesus turned the moneychangers in the Temple.)  Dr Wackaloon (and trust me, it was difficult to pay her the respect of calling her “Dr Wackaloon”) gleefully pointed out that when she hit menopause she had to double her workouts—four hours of tennis a day instead of two!—so she could stay at her current size AND YOU CAN TOO.  Several women were told that they simply had to work out more or else they would get fat because they were going through the Change.  And then?  Clearly she noticed that I was extremely uncomfortable in the office because she asked, “So, are you uncomfortable with sexually explicit conversations?”  Yeah, she did.  I couldn’t help myself:  I laughed and said, “No, not at all.”  But it wasn’t one of those wow-you’re-funny-belly-laughs.  It was a are-you-that-fucking-clueless-laugh.  Fortunately I don’t have to work with her for much longer.

You know, one of the things that really bothers me about this experience is that I actually am pretty open-minded to complementary medicine (hell, OMM is still considered complimentary by the NIH).  What I see here, though, is a woman terrified of her own mortality and spreading that shit liberally amongst her patients.  A woman who took an oath to “cooperate with the healing powers of nature” but now does nothing more than glorified anti-aging medicine, an oath to “conduct my life and practice of Naturopathic Medicine with integrity and freedom from prejudice” even as she admitted in an office consult that she has a hard time being kind to people who are obese.  And the fact that she sells her own product, telling people that it will help their problems, smacks very loudly of conflict of interest.  If I am in charge of your health, and I tell you that only Pill X will cure you, but I am the sole shareholder of Pill X, then something’s fishy, non

Look, folks, weight fluctuations, body size diversity, aging, senescence, and death are all a natural part of life, and how can someone call themselves a naturopath when they don’t respect that? 

PS—she’s amazingly tan.  Should I point out to her that she’s a bad example for dermatological care and skin cancer prevention?